"Ode to the Baguette"

Tara Yeo


O lean and elegant loaf
of baked succulence your

soothing aroma fills my nostrils,
beckoning my mouth to submit to

every delectable carbohydrate.
My teeth yearn to pierce your crusty,

golden shell, delving into your malleable
flesh, swimming around in your

mouth-watering goodness. O tasty descendant
of Vienna, each sinful bite of your butter laden

insides causes my soul to rise
like a virgin batch of dough, ready

to be baked for the first time.
To the fad diets damning you to be

burned in stoves across America, I say,
Curse them all! for they don't deserve

to break bread with you.


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